Gregor settled into chair and looked around the assembled delegates. It seemed like there were many new faces, although intellectually he knew many could hardly be considered newcomers. It would be more accurate to say that he'd been missing often enough that he hadn't adjusted to the changing natur...
Warhaven: "The Triumvirate is one of the greatest powers of this system, a confederation of numerous nations united for common defense and economic prosperity. It's noted for its idealism, among other things, mostly thanks to the Scolopendrans. There's a few black sheep, such as our Dominion h...
Cetaganda: The dragon sat and watched her for a few minutes before asking a question, a simple ice breaker question. "So, what inspired this picture?" Talia took a moment to lay her paintbrush down and turned in her chair with a small smile. "The history of the Triumvirate of Yut, or...
The painter in question was a woman by the name of Talia Sidallus, a Cetagandan by nationality. She was a visual artist first and foremost, having spent a not inconsiderable amount of time and effort learning different styles of painting, drawing, and other skills and considerable passion for it as ...
"No, it's really not," Griffith says to Ricco. It's clear from his expression that he's wondering why he didn't bring a face mask, or perhaps some sort full-body biohazard suit. He puts on a pair of gloves, pulls out a sample baggie, and makes his away over the Jacket Dude. Without any par...
"We should probably also conduct a thorough sweep of every other lounge on the base," Griffith said. "In fact, it might be wise to check personnel quarters as well. I mean, if this stuff appears because of emotions and dubious hygiene, God only knows what could be lurking under some p...
"God, yes, not wit HELLSING," Griffith said. "They're exactly the sort of trigger-happy goons who would get us all disintergrated. Ten to one says they'd try to hit it with that hammer of theirs."
"Burn it? We can't burn it!" Griffith protested. "What if there's something essential about the shape or fabric of that particular couch? At the very least we have to make sure we've thoroughly examined it before disposing of it. For that matter, what if there's more of this stuff sit...
"So...." Griffith scratched his head. "Basically, for an undeterminate amount of time, we've had some sort of horrible death-matter sitting in a break room, nominally harmless but just waiting for something to poke at various cosmological constants and make it go boom. Cosmological co...
A Cetagandan named Asher Griffith, chosen more or less at random from the available researchers on account of 'bad shit' being rather vague, peered over one of the reploids to get a better look. While he has several degrees, he's not so much a experimental research scientist as a general-purpose gee...
Yes. No. Maybe? Hell, I don't know. One minute I'm making voices with a tricorder because it amuses the sprog, the next I keep dreaming I'm a science officer on a Beagle -like exploration ship. Damned fractal stuff, why do we even bother paying for HELLSING.... Commander Ben Fraser, Science Officer,...
The general problem with killing god-like beings is that it invariably causes other god-like beings to look askance at you. Once you phaser one into non-existence, or saw them in half as you seem wont to do, the rest will start wondering if they might be next on your list and perhaps take measures t...
The problem, my dear ex-nemesis, is that our entire nation seems to have spent several months not existing, and yet with no apparent effect. Furthe more, most of history have vanished, while other chunks now reappear at random. I can remember both not-existing - which itself should be impossible, on...
Normally I'd say that Razak is overreacting, but quite frankly baseball is boring as hell and it'd probably do everyone a bit of good if their stadiums were bombed from orbit anyways. I mean, honestly - running around in circles after whacking things with a bat? Where's the strategy? Where's the phy...
